abnormal strength, knowing how skilled he was, it had never occurred to her that he might not believe himself worthy of love. That only made her want to show him how she felt about him all the more.
He’d nudged her and held up the viewer to show her other pictures taken. She couldn’t help but see how sexy it was when she was kneeling in front of him, his cock in her mouth, or when he had her laid out on the bar and his mouth was between her legs. Her face had shown pure ecstasy, because Steele gave her that.
He had her with sex. There was no question. They had explosive chemistry. She couldn’t resist him. She’d never been able to. She liked the way he took control. It was hot, and she reaped all the benefits. He could take her in the middle of Grand Central Station and she wouldn’t be able to say no. She’d forget everyone was around her because once he touched her, there was nothing else for her in the world.
On the other hand, she loved him with all of her heart. Loved him. Her heart ached when she was close to him. She heard every word he’d said to her about his horrific childhood and she knew there was far more to it than he’d given her, and she could barely stand hearing that much. She wanted to be that woman for him, the one he needed. He told her she was, and she felt, deep down, that it was true.
She didn’t mind when he needed to know where she was. When he had to touch her when they were together. She didn’t mind that he wanted his way most of the time because she knew he would give her whatever she wanted when she protested. He always had. It was just that things didn’t matter to her as much as they seemed to matter to him. She didn’t mind that he had to have ridiculous photographs to remind himself that she loved him. None of that mattered to her.
Breezy didn’t even care about the men drifting in and out of the room when he made love to her—because every single time Steele touched her, no matter if he was rough or not, it felt like love. He didn’t look anywhere but at her. His focus was so complete that she knew he didn’t see the men moving around them. He felt safe because they were there. Safe to give her his complete attention. None of that mattered. But being in a club did.
The apartment she’d rented wasn’t in the best part of town, but it was affordable. In the year she’d been with Steele, he had insisted she learn self-defense and he’d worked with her daily. He’d talked to her about keeping in shape just because sometimes it came down to winning by outlasting your opponent. She’d taken everything to heart, but it still came down to money, and she hadn’t wanted to use Steele’s because it had made her feel like a whore. She’d taken what she needed to get started but had told herself she was saving the rest for emergencies.
She knew Steele’s body language and he wasn’t happy when he saw the neighborhood she lived in, and it made her ashamed. She should have swallowed her pride and used the money to provide Zane with a better home. Three blocks over was the warehouse district. The seedy buildings were in long rows, some occupied, some not. The riders pulled to the curb just a short distance from the buildings and Savage and Keys rode forward toward them.
Breezy turned her head to put her mouth beside Steele’s ear. “What are they doing?”
There was a moment of silence. He turned his head toward her, and her stomach dropped. Concentrated fury met her gaze. His eyes blazed at her. “Best not to talk to me until I calm down, Bree.”
She had known if he saw the neighborhood he’d be upset. She squared her shoulders and opened her mouth to protest. He hadn’t been there. He didn’t know the first thing about her life without him. She couldn’t make the kind of money it would take to live in a better neighborhood and sooner or later his money would have run out and she would have had to move. By being careful, she’d been able to live just on the fringe, save money, so she could move them when Zane needed to go